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| − | Standing | + | Standing seven fulms tall, Suren is a large and intimidating man with the bearing of a proud lord and the physique of a brute. He has the countenance of a steppe tiger, with stern features and golden eyes deep-set amidst dark, winding tattoos, and his messy dark brown hair is more often than not carelessly tied into a ponytail at the back. |
He has few qualms with ostentatious outfits, favoring bold red as much as the gold of the sun, but he finds himself more at ease clad in armor even where many would deem it unnecessary, and he has taken a keen interest in the armorcraft of the foreign lands he now travels. When he is not wearing gloves, one may note his nails to be painted a golden hue, as expected of an Oronir, though they are usually trimmed short from their traditional claw-like elongation. | He has few qualms with ostentatious outfits, favoring bold red as much as the gold of the sun, but he finds himself more at ease clad in armor even where many would deem it unnecessary, and he has taken a keen interest in the armorcraft of the foreign lands he now travels. When he is not wearing gloves, one may note his nails to be painted a golden hue, as expected of an Oronir, though they are usually trimmed short from their traditional claw-like elongation. | ||
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Suren is a man from the Oronir tribe who departed the Azim Steppe during Magnai the Elder's rule as khagan. Although he takes the characteristic pride of an Oronir from his father, his mother was a Qereli exile - one of the Taken who succumbed to the Will of Karash, the beast that lurks dormant within every fighter. During his early years, she raised him in isolation within the mountains, and trained him in the ways of the axe and the hunt, as well as tapping into the beastly will that had consumed her. Even since her son was born, she instilled in him shreds of the same power and insanity that sealed her own fate.
Later, he was sent off to grow up as a proper child of the Oronir, and his father accepted him out of remorse despite the tensions it created. Even though he possessed terrifying skill as a fighter, the violent impulses it hinged upon earned him the fear and ire of his tribesmen. Unlike his mother, he was closer to the true method of harnessing the inner beast, which was altogether unknown to the Qerel and the Steppe at large. However, he was aware of the danger he posed and took care to avoid situations that fully drew it out - hunting fiercer prey alone and failing to put forth his full strength in his tribe's own tournaments. This persisted until he eventually eloped with a woman of the Qalli tribe in a sequence of violent events that sealed his departure. From there on, the pair took respite in Kugane and set out to travel the lands of Eorzea: often together, often apart.
Standing seven fulms tall, Suren is a large and intimidating man with the bearing of a proud lord and the physique of a brute. He has the countenance of a steppe tiger, with stern features and golden eyes deep-set amidst dark, winding tattoos, and his messy dark brown hair is more often than not carelessly tied into a ponytail at the back. He has few qualms with ostentatious outfits, favoring bold red as much as the gold of the sun, but he finds himself more at ease clad in armor even where many would deem it unnecessary, and he has taken a keen interest in the armorcraft of the foreign lands he now travels. When he is not wearing gloves, one may note his nails to be painted a golden hue, as expected of an Oronir, though they are usually trimmed short from their traditional claw-like elongation. His voice is deep and gravelly. Having been educated in Eorzean and the Eastern tongues later in his childhood than most, he speaks them fluently, but with a thick accent.
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The "inner beast" that lurks within the hearts of men, while best known in Eorzea as a force mastered in savage martial traditions from a now-desolate Hellsguard village, has also arisen in variants among the brutish Xaela tribes of the Azim Steppe. The fierce warriors of the Qerel tribe see it as a deadly and uncontrollable force - the “will of Karash” - that dooms all who embrace it to exile. Sitai, a woman who once stood proud as one of her tribe's finest hunters, was such a vagrant. Even since she had been cast from her tribe as a kinslayer, she had approached mastery of the brute force within that raw ferocity; when her eyes glinted with monstrous rage her axe struck truer than any, and yet the woman that still remained in her cried out for salvation.
While wandering, she met a man named Ochigin, a gentle young spearson of the Oronir who spoke to her as an equal, knowing nothing of whence she came. His kindness soothed the beast within her, and her violent thoughts turned toward protecting him above all else. Hoping to gain a new home and leave her bloody past behind, she failed to inform him of her true circumstances; seeing her as a mere victim of misfortune, his love grew for her, just as hers did for him. But she had hoped for too much, and their time together was soon cut short. During a hunting trip, they were set upon by an enormous pack of baras. Without any other recourse to carve a path to safety, Sitai succumbed deeply to the blood-rage of Karash, and in her wild striking at the enemy she mistakenly severed one of her lover’s hands. Ignoring her terrified apologies and tearful pleas, he called off their liaison altogether and cast her out of the Oroniri camp. She fled for the northern mountains, resorting to a solitary life of hunting and gathering; unbeknownst to either of them, she was with child. With all she had to do to survive, it was a miracle her son was born healthy, and in his looks she saw fond reminders of her lost beloved. From a young age, she had him take up the axe and instructed him in her way of the warrior, teaching him to hunt and slay until it was second nature, and showing him to channel the cursed blood-rage that had doomed her. Even as a boy, what he lacked in seasoned strength he made up for in his ferocity and devotion to his mother’s lessons. They lived a wild and precarious life as beasts at the edge of civilization, but it was one filled with warmth and simple comforts - to the young Suren, at least. His mother was tormented by regret. This lonely life may have been Sitai's penance for losing her grasp on humanity, deceiving and destroying the man she wished to protect above all else, but the child unjustly born from her sins at least deserved a normal life. Under the cover of night, she stalked the Oroniri encampment until she found herself an audience with her former lover. She knew there was little hope he would even deign to recognize her, let alone their offspring, she told him of the child he had sired, and pleaded for him to raise Suren. Out of regret and pity for the boy, and lacking any children from his present marriage, he agreed. Suren next awoke in an unfamiliar structure - the yurt of a man who called himself his father, and claimed that he took him back after his mother abandoned him. He might have questioned this further, had the features of the man mirrored his own any less, but the brute determination in his mother's face was fresh in his mind, as was the throbbing pain from the blow of an axe-haft to his head. [WIP, TBC]
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